I don’t know what I am doing
but that’s just how it goes
from this control room
I can see a march of lights
bright red and gold
like May Day in Moscow
missles rolling away
on diesel trucks
the crowds in awe
at apparatchiks
in uniform
vibrations underfoot
like the stamping feet
of endless rows of soldiers
Glory of the Motherland.
I am here in the Ukraine
outside of Pripyat
where the concrete avenues
are still shiny
and the constellations
are visible in the sky
above the tall pines
at night when the spring
winds blow, gentle,
feeling a slight chill.

The cooling tower steamed in the
morning light as I walked in
Its not so bad here,
not so bad at all.